chapter 8
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> Brian unrolls a huge map on the glass table in The Den.
> “Iskandar’s DNA record… there’s only one original source.”
> He points at a red dot—Lisbon, Portugal.
Blackcell Penitentiary.
> “An underground prison. Shut down in 2012 after the Shadow Line Project data leak. But the DNA files are still held by the old system—ALX-01, an analog hybrid server. It can only be accessed manually.”
> Natalia: “So… we have to go ourselves?”
> Daniell nods. “And we have to get in… as prisoners.”
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> Tabby rises from her chair.
“Getting inside a prison guarded by mercenaries and retina-scanning bots… how do we get out after?”
> Daniell looks at her.
“We get out… with the DNA. Or we don’t get out at all.”
> Silence.
> Rahim unlocks a special case from the armory.
Inside—two sets of fake prison chains, identity tags marked ‘experimental subject.’
> “You sure the old crew won’t recognize you?”
Brian: “We’ve got 48 hours before the old system overwrites with new memory logs. If we’re late, the DNA file auto-deletes.”
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✈️ Mission Scene – Lisbon, Portugal
> A private jet lands on a hidden strip.
Outside Lisbon, the Blackcell site is buried in forests and abandoned mines.
> Daniell and Tabby wear old prisoner uniforms—grey with tags “Test Subject 471-A” and “471-B.”
> Natalia and Brian pose as ‘new security contractors’ auditing the prison before its final shutdown.
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> They’re escorted into the main block.
Old cameras. A rusted iron elevator. Walls carved with the scars of pain.
> Tabby scans the place.
“If these walls could speak… they’d scream.”
> Daniell stays silent.
Something feels… familiar.
> As if… he was almost taken here once.
> The elevator halts at level -6.
Brian whispers through the comms:
“Find the file under Iskandar bin Rafique. Code: X-LINE 003.”
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🔐 Scene: File Room – DNA Proof
> They reach the iron room. Inside—dusty shelves stacked with files, an ancient computer.
> Tabby hits the switch. Nothing.
> Daniell orders Rahim to hook up the generator.
> The lights flicker on. The computer boots.
> Brian searches fast. His hands fly across the keys.
> Finally…
> “Got it.”
> On the screen—Iskandar’s personal data.
Childhood photos. Blood samples. Fingerprints.
And… the crucial record.
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> [DNA MATCH: Rodrigo Ambrosio = 0.00%]
[Biological Father: Rafique bin Amir]
[Mother: Classified – Program Surrogacy]
> Everyone freezes.
> Tabby: “…That’s it?”
> Brian prints a hard copy, sealing it inside a metal briefcase.
“That’s enough to bring him down.”
> Daniell grips the paper.
His eyes darken—relief and fury mixing.
> “Now… he’ll know.
That throne he’s claiming?
It’s not his birthright.
It’s mine.
> In the grand meeting room of La Prince Heritage Hotel, every Wolf member is gathered.
> Terrance stands with his arms crossed.
Torreto sits, twisting the ring on his finger.
Harash leans by the door, clutching a small blade.
Danish rests against the wall, face unreadable.
Uncle Rico sits in the highest chair, calm but tense.
> The door swings open.
> A man steps in.
Hands raised. No weapons.
Steps steady. No fear on his face. But his eyes—bloodshot.
> ISKANDAR.
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> Terrance is the first to react.
> “You dare walk in here? After everything?”
> Iskandar stays calm. “I’m not here to fight.”
> Harash flicks the blade. “Wrong place for forgiveness. This isn’t a prayer hall.”
> Rico lifts his hand. “Enough.”
> “He came on his own. We hear him out. Then we decide.”
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> Iskandar stands before the round table—every eye locked on him.
> “My name is Iskandar bin Rafique.”
“I am not Rodrigo’s blood. I am no rightful heir. But I was made to be more than that.”
> Silence cuts through the room.
Torreto’s voice rumbles low:
“Why confess now?”
> Iskandar lets out a faint smile.
“Because all this time, I tried to steal a throne that was never mine.”
“And now I’m ready to give it up… on one condition.”
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🚪 The door opens again…
> Daniell and Tabby walk in.
> Daniell wears a black leather jacket, the DNA file in hand.
His eyes lock with Iskandar’s.
> Iskandar bows his head slightly.
“I’ve been waiting for you.”
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> All the Wolves turn to Daniell.
Rico slowly rises. “He asked to face you first—before we pass judgment.”
> Daniell looks down at the file, then at Iskandar.
“What’s your condition?”
> Iskandar lifts his hands.
*“I will give you every traitors name every
hidden asset forged under Ambarusio's name
in return I don't want throne i only one.......
i only want know who's my mother really is..
silance smother the room
Tabby hold Danielle hand.
Danielle step forward,placing DNA test on table
"You don't deserve my family name but you deserve a truth about yourself read it and you will find wht you want "
he opened the files and read one by one
Rico pull out a chair
"Forgiveness is not Danielle's to give
but the throne"
he look at Danielle
"he say he surrender from this war.But we still wait for our alpha ro make decisions
All eyes look at Danielle
"Bring him to death angel room i really hard to trust him"
Rahim and Brian pull Iskandar to death angel room
they put iskandar on old wooden chair the place was fully from steal and it's look creepy.
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> Terrance taps the wall. “You sure this is a good idea?”
> Rico presses a small screen in his hand.
The security door slides open—revealing the hidden mirror chamber, a one-way glass room.
> “They can’t see us. But we see everything,” Rico says softly.
> Torreto, Danish, Harash, and Terrance step in silently.
They line up before the mirrored wall—wordless.
Before them—the Angel Death interrogation room.
> Daniell stands there.
Unarmed. Unmasked. Her voice is her weapon.
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> Terrance whispers:
“She’s… different. Back then I thought she was too cold to lead.”
“Now I see… she’s too fierce to burn.”
> Harash smirks:
“She doesn’t bow. She makes the world bow.”
> Danish murmurs:
“That’s why she’s Rodrigo’s blood. We’re just shadows… she’s the real fire.”
> Rico, standing behind them all, only says one line:
“Whoever refuses to kneel to Alpha… will drown in her shadow.”
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🩸 Inside the Room – The Queen Commands
> Iskandar bows his head slightly, but he knows he’s being watched.
He just doesn’t know by whom.
> Daniell steps closer——so close her voice slices through the air, inches from his face:
> “Do you know the difference between us, Iskandar?”
“You were shaped by fear. I was forged by blood, loss, and pain.”
“You were trained to conquer. But I… was born to rule.”
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> From the other side of the mirror, the glass almost vibrates with Daniell’s aura.
> Tabby whispers to Brian beside her:
“She’s not just an heir. She’s the executioner of false heirs.”
> Brian nods. “And now… every soul behind this mirror knows who the final Alpha really is.”
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> Daniell takes the file from Brian’s hand.
She sets it down on the table before Iskandar—slow, deliberate.
> “If you lie to me…”
“Every person in that room behind this wall will watch how a mafia queen slaughters a traitor—where no one will ever find your bones.”
> Iskandar swallows hard. His voice trembles but doesn’t break.
> “You don’t have to prove anything to them.”
> Daniell’s cold smile slices him open.
“I’m not proving.”
“I’m reminding.”
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